Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that failed to mention the flesh-eating bacteria.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Ship Rib
A wilhelm scream
A cat clock, keeping rhythm to an unknown timescape
A Barbie Action Figure
A phial of Billy Bob Thornton's Blood
A snowglobe from the St. Eligius Hospital gift shop
A copy of the Voynich Manuscript
A Pic-a-nic Basket
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A paper fortune-teller

>_